Ye Feng's expression changed slightly.
He could feel a terrifying power awakening within the Ancient Emperor's body, far exceeding the twentieth layer of the Hundred Tribulations Realm, and the aura was still ascending.
"Quickly, go!"
The Ancient Emperor's consciousness emitted a final roar, hoping not to lose control. He clutched his head in agony, his eyes increasingly blood-red and powerless to stop it.
"We will not leave. The battle of ten thousand years ago, today, must come to an end!" The Ancient Holy God clenched his fist, suddenly roaring, his whole body burning with golden flames, his long hair draped, stained with a golden glow.
"This will be a challenging battle." Ye Feng's hands naturally hung down, seemingly relaxed, but in fact, he was already prepared to strike at any moment.
"Ah!"
